The Madness Maker

The madness maker, the skys son,

The lone star. The only one.

I stand up here watching and looking down.

Listen to my story and reach for me now.

You say I'm brillent but no one is bright.

You lift your light. I lend you mine.

You seem concerned, but really I'm fine.

You wait for day. I walk the night.

Your candle flickers so you ask for more.

I would gladly give it but I am light poor.

You borrow my light but I borrow still.

The sun rises soon with stories to kill.

I stole a bit of sun. I stole a bit of her.

I never should have done it. My life becomes a blurr.

I wait to be smothered. I wait to be snuffed out.

But listen to me and don’t be put out.

Just tell her a story and tell her my name.

Tell her I’m sorry and I’m never the same.

Just tell her my story and tell her my name.

And remember dear one she’s not easily tamed.